ert for the purposes of this story - has been told that he is a very lucky man by many people we know and some we don't. He is six foot two inches tall weighing in at 178 with a set of beautiful blue eyes and abs that go for days. He's also very well hung for a white guy at 11 inches long when he's hard. He's uncircumcised as he was born in Germany. I am one lucky woman. Or was anyway. His best friend - let's call him Anthony - was  just a few inches taller than Robert with an incredibly sexy smile, brown hair and deep brown expressive eyes that always seemed to see right through whatever clothing I was wearing at the time. He was very slender after having been diagnosed with a rare stomach disorder but muscular and had wide generous palms. He was also much younger than me.. Eleven years, if you can believe it! And so sexy. He had charisma and was truly one of those men who could talk a nun out of her panties in the middle of service on Easter Sunday. I’ve seen it happen. Cracked me up. He still has those rough cotton panties in the trunk of his car too. He also had very sensitive ears and I had known him longer than I knew Robert.

So, now that you have the details of how we all look, I guess I’d better stop teasing and get to my story. Well, Anthony came home from being overseas in Iraq and had been dismissed from the army. He looked damned good getting off that plane. Especially since I had been certain six years ago that I’d never see him again. Robert and I immediately ran forward to sweep him into our arms and I started to cry with relief over the fact that he was still alive. He hugged me back very tightly and I felt his hand slide to my ass and squeeze just a bit as he always had. Only this time, he also whispered in my ear that he couldn’t wait to get me alone. He’d never even suggested anything like that and I took it as his way of getting me to quit crying on his uniform and laughed it off. We took him home to our place and set him up in the spare room, letting him have some privacy and a few days to catch up on sleep. We were just glad he was home.

After about two days, we decided that we needed to all get out of the house for a bit and went down to the local bowling alley. Anthony and Robert racked them up and started ordering drinks from the little bar in the back. The drinks kept getting stronger and they kept downing them quicker and quicker. Of course, I was no angel and had a few vodka and cranberry juice, my favorite. In between frames, these two handsome men took turns flirting with me and looking over my shoulder at the score panel to make sure I was getting the information right. And also to look down my flimsy tank top at my deep cleavage. Any way, by the time we left, I had to drive home as both the guys were seriously intoxicated - or so I thought at the time. We got back to the apartment and I took a short shower to get the smell of stale smoke out of my hair before bed.

When I went back downstairs, I found that Robert had passed out on the bed in his clothing and Anthony was curled into a ball on the floor near the bed, forcing me to step over him to get to my dresser  for underwear and a nightshirt. I slipped the up my legs just as I heard Anthony groan behind me.  I glanced back at him to see he was on his knees with his head on the floor and, listening closer, I could hear him apologizing to someone and begging them to stop. I began to shake wondering exactly what HAD happened to him over there. I curled up on the floor next to him and rubbed his back gently, talking to him and reminding him that he was home now and that everything would be ok. Soon he quieted down and crawled to me, resting his head in my lap with his nose pressed to my scantily covered crotch.

I thought he had drifted back to sleep and jumped when the fingers of one of his hands found their way to my undies and started lightly brushing against them, teasing and stroking my pussy lips through the thin black lace. I reached down and grasped his hand , pulling it away although I had already begun to become wet. I told him to stop and he seemed content to rest there with me holding his hand for a while. After a bit, he began pushing his head deeper and deeper into me, urging me to lay back under the onslaught. I refused and took his head in my hands, forcing him to look at me. To my surprise, his eyes were wide open and lucid. Not only had he known what he was doing, he was enjoying it as much as I had been! I smiled at him and looked back at my sleeping husband on the bed, feeling guilty for enjoying what little contact we had had already.

I pulled completely away from Anthony and stood up. He rolled onto his back and stared up at me, asking in a soft voice, “ Could you help me upstairs to get a shower? I’m freezing.” I had no problem doing things like this for him since he had always been anemic and I was starting to wonder if I had misread his expression a few minutes before. I pulled him up to his feet and felt his skin against mine, clammy to the touch and  hot as hell. I figured it may be me that was a little off because of the shower I had just taken but the heat he was putting out was incredible. We staggered up the stairs together and I sat him on the toilet seat while I started running him a hot shower. Soon, the room was steamy and hot . He stepped in, having taken his clothing off while my back was turned and I glanced up seeing something at my eye level that made me gasp. Anthony was hard as a rock and hung like a horse! I had never seen a cock so big before and my pussy tightened , wondering what it would feel like to have his entire thick length inside me. I forced my gaze upwards to his face where he stood, eyes closed in bliss as the hot water cascaded over his body.

I turned away and started to leave the room when I heard him ask me to stay and talk to him until he was ready to get out. I pulled the curtain closed so he wouldn’t see me blushing furiously and seated myself on the edge of the toilet seat. We chatted about all the places he had been and all the things he had seen. Suddenly, he grew quiet and I asked him if he was ok. “Yeah,” he responded after a minute or two. “I just almost didn’t make it home. I couldn’t give up because I knew you were here waiting for me to come back in one piece.” I heard trembling in his voice. He shut off the water and I handed him a towel, leaving for a moment to gather a robe from his room for him to wrap in. When I came back, he was seated on the toilet again, eyes closed and his erection poking through the edge of the towel. I thought that maybe he had fallen asleep there and watched him for a few moments, gathering my thoughts and forcing myself to think about my husband, passed out in our room and waiting for me.

He reached up and grasped my hand, pulling me toward his lap. I turned and seated myself on the edge of the tub instead and continued to  hold his hand in mine while his eyes bored into mine, begging me to fuck him. “ I can’t. I want to but I promised Robert that I would never be with anyone else. He’s your best friend. Please try to understand,” I whispered in a quaking voice.  His eyes closed again and I watched him closely as he tried to gain control of himself. His cock shook a few times but only seemed to grow larger as time passed and we sat that way.

After about 20 minutes of sitting in silence, the pad of his thumb stroking the inside of my wrist, he opened his eyes again and asked me if I would just sit on his lap for a while and let him hold me. He said he hadn’t held anyone in so long that he had forgotten what it was like to touch another person. This one I could accept and I slid onto his lap, the towel between us. I laid my head back on his shoulder and we sat there for some time, his body trembling beneath me. Eventually, the trembling stopped and his arms relaxed around me, his head lifting a little from its position in the hollow of my neck. That’s when I felt it. The rocking. His hips had begun moving under mine, rocking slowly back and forth. Just a little. Barely enough to notice but slowly and gently increasing the range of motion and the pace. I asked what he thought he was doing and he whispered that he was just trying to ease some of the pressure off his thighs. I tried to stand and his arms tightened around me again. In a soft voice, he whispered, his breath hot in my ear, “Rock with me, Jenn… I promise you won’t regret it.” He had held me and rocked me like this before. Usually, I had been sobbing over something my previous husband had done to me. I never noticed how erotic it could be until that night. I allowed my body to relax against him and hesitated for a few moments, feeling the rhythm before I finally gave in and began rocking my own hips over his. Back and forth we rocked. Minutes flew by. My head fell back onto his shoulder again, hair cascading down his back and a sigh of pleasure escaping my parted lips.

His hands then began relentlessly exploring my body, creeping up my arms to my full breasts with their pert nipples. He pushed my tee-shirt out of the way and began to fondle them, bringing gasps of surprise from me. He had never done this before and I wanted more but was ashamed to ask. He was, after all, my husband’s best friend. One hand left my breast, finding it’s way down to the waistline of my panties and then further down, easing between my clenched thighs and stroking my clean, waxed mound with the tips of his fingers through the fabric. All the while, we continued rocking. His hand slid back up as my thighs parted on their own, against my internal protest and found it’s way inside my underwear, past my trembling pubic mound and finding my very erect clit with amazing precision. His fingers began to stroke my clit and now dripping pussy lips, easing first one finger and then two past the swollen bits of pink flesh inside my cunt. I grabbed his wrist and whimpered a soft no into the still night, intending to pull his hand away. He took the contact and the whimper as a sign of my willingness to let him continue and quickened the pace of his thrusts, pushing yet another finger deep inside me and fucking my clit with the heel of his palm. I could feel an orgasm building inside me and stood up, wriggling out of his grasp and not paying attention to where I was going.

He stood up behind me, letting the towel fall to the floor and ripping my flimsy panties off my body as though they were made of wet tissue paper. He slammed me against the door I had run into and pinned me with one hand and used his knees and feet to force my legs open. He then used his free hand to guide his hard cock inside my dripping wet pussy and began to slowly pump, his hips grinding against my flushed ass with every stroke. He buried himself deeper and deeper inside me until every inch was in and then, he slipped his hand over my mouth and began fucking me hard, ramming in and out of me as though he were possessed.

I’ll admit I came more than once and that he fucked me longer and harder than anyone ever anyone ever has  or will. I will also admit that I have not been able to bring myself to hate him for what  was essentially a rape. I will also admit that even though I said no several times, I wanted him so badly that saying it was more a protest of my own feelings than a protest of what was happening.  So now I have a question for you out there….


IS  IT  RAPE  IF  YOU  FALL  IN  LOVE?

I’ve left Robert and am now happily living with and fucking nightly Anthony. We are engaged to be married but in no rush to get it done. I fell in love that night. I don’t know if it was the way he took me or the fact that he made me lose all control of myself or the way he was able to bring out the passion in me that no one else ever has. Whatever the reason, I have no regrets.  

sans-serif" size="2">I squeezed my eyes shut and got ready to open them and face the morning sun's glare through the window, but as I did everything was hazy. I tried to raise my hands to my eyes to rub them, but found that I couldn't. My wrists were bound to what felt like my bed posts, and so were my ankles. For a second I thought, haha okay which one of my hilarious friends has done this, but that thought soon subsided and my heart started pounding nervously as I finally opened my eyes to realise that I wasn't even in my room.

I turned my head rapidly, glancing around the room to see if I could recognise it.

I couldn't.

By now the only word circling round my head was fuck, fuck, fuck.

Where was I?

What had happened last night?

An even worser thought hit me when I realised I was naked.

Who had done this? Had my drink been drugged? Had they raped me? What were they going to do with me?

I was so scared, I tried tugging at the ropes which bound my wrists and ankles to try to pry them loose, but to no avail. They were tied pretty tight, obviously someone didn't want me to get out. My breathing had become really rapid, my chest and throat were tightening up. I was having a panic attack. I needed to calm down and think this through so I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing. As I did, I re-opened my eyes and looked around the room. It seemed really elegant. Crimson red walls with black floural patterns printed over the top, long golden drape curtains which hung to the floor, beige carpet, the bed I was tied to was a big four poster bed with drapes hanging round and the sheets felt pretty silky.

Whoever's house this was, they certainly weren't lacking money.

I once again tugged at the ropes, trying to somehow wriggle out of them. In the end I managed to at least pull the ropes enough so I could close my legs, as they had been prised open before. I jumped madly when I suddenly heard a bang outside of the door and it started to move. Someone was coming in. I hesitated, but closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Maybe they'd already done what they had to do with me and wake me up and let me go.

Although my optimistic thoughts soon swept away as whoever it was who came through the door walked swiftly over to the bed, pulled some sort of lever to prise my legs open again and began touching my clit. I wanted to scream out loud for the person to stop and fight and punch and kick, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't want to open my eyes to see the face of the person who was violating me. As they carried on slowly circling their finger round my clit, my body responded and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could feel that I'd started to get wet and it was slowly oozing out my hole. The person chuckled, it was a deep chuckle so obviously it was a man, he'd noticed how wet I was getting and he slowly slid a finger into my tight hole and he carried on circling my clit with his other finger.

But that was the last straw, I didn't want this stranger touching me down there any longer so I suddenly let out an earpiercing scream and opened my eyes, and as I did he looked down at me in shock. The man seemed round about my age (20) and he was also naked. He was quite tall and his hair was a shock of messy black. He had a light natural tan, perfectly toned muscles and a pretty huge cock. He was really hard and all the blood was pulsing down to his head, he looked like he really needed to cum but was somehow holding back.

"So," he began. His voice was deep, but soft and really seductive. "You've been awake all this time?"

I wanted to scream at him and tell him to let me go. But as I opened my mouth, my voice cracked, tears began to flow down my face and the only words I could choke out were,

"Please...s-stop...let me g-go...please!"

"Oh don't worry, in time I'll let you go. But first I intend to pleasure you for some time." he explained.

His soft voice seemed to hypnotise me and I almost just wanted to agree with him and let him continue, but I shook my head violently and cried even more.

"No p-please. I don't want you too, I don't n-need pleasure...I just w-want to go h-home!"

"Oh, believe me I think you do need some pleasure. I've been watching you for quite a while now. I know you live alone, you have no boyfriend, you visit you parents every few days and...judging by how tight you are, you haven't had sex in quite a while." he laughed at his own words while I choked on my tears.

He'd been watching me? He knew where I lived and what I did? I said nothing more as I tried to wriggle free once again and I pulled my legs together. He mearly laughed softly and brought his hand down to tease my clit once more.

"Oh please don't do this! Don't touch me, please!" I cried as I tried to force my legs together tightly.

"You do realise that this lever here will just pull your legs apart and I will have access to you. This is going to happen whatever you say or try to do, so you may aswell go along with it or I'll just force you to comply. Your body will respond greatly to me anyway and you won't be able to help but just enjoy the pleasure that will be surging through you." he muttered, almost as if he'd been through this before.

But he was right, as he slowly started pinching my clit through my closed legs I couldn't help but feel some excitement. My body was telling me to go along with it and my pussy was hot and gushing but my head was saying no. I'd try to get him to stop no matter what it took.

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[More chapters to come. If you'd like me to continue, please comment. I appreciate you all taking the time to read this.]

u poor thing, you must be starving. Go ahead and start on a salad until the food’s ready. No need to wait on us.”

“Yes Gina,” John chimed in, “Make yourself at home, we don’t stand on formality here.”

I filled my salad bowl and topped it with a vinaigrette dressing and croutons and ate ravenously, all the while contemplating the events of the last twenty four hours. I’ve been kidnapped and all indications are that I will be turned into a sex slave for this freak of nature with an obvious thyroid condition, yet with the exception of the slap across my head in the garage, he has been nothing but kind and gentlemanly. I had seen porn movies about sex slavery and B&D but I have not, so far, been given any reason to believe that John had any intentions of binding me with leather straps and violently ravaging me. Lord knows he had the opportunity to do so in the garage but instead, had gently brought me to orgasm. And Paula? Didn’t she willingly go to John’s bedroom with a smile on her face and anticipation in her eyes earlier? From the sounds coming down the hall, she sure didn’t sound like she was being taken against her will.

I was lost in thought and absent-mindedly reached for a second helping of salad when Paula spoke, breaking my chain of thought. “Dinner’s just about ready Gina,” she smiled. “You may want to save room for the main course.”

As she spoke, John approached the table with a platter of grilled T-bone steaks, shrimp on skewers, and baked potatoes wrapped in aluminum foil. Paula went into the kitchen and returned shortly with a bamboo steamer containing a mound of asparagus and a gravy boat with melted cheese. It was a meal fit for royalty and I couldn’t help but imagine that I was being fattened up for the kill. John forked a nice sized T-bone onto each plate along with a skewer of shrimp and a baked potato. Paula offered the bamboo platter and I helped myself to a generous portion of asparagus and topped it with the cheese sauce. I sliced open my potato through the foil and topped it with butter and a dollop of sour cream.

“I guess you don’t worry about your weight.” Paul said lightly, the perpetual smile plastered on her face. “I have to work out constantly to keep the pounds off.”

“Well,” I offered curtly with sarcasm dripping in my voice, “I’m scared as hell and have no idea what you people have in mind for me. When I’m scared, I eat.”

Paula started to reply but John made a motion with his hand for her to let it go. Paula deftly switched subjects, speaking instead to John about her rose garden. As they conversed, I ate my meal in silence.

Worry about my weight? Hell, I’ll get so fat that John will turn me loose in disgust, I lied to myself. Actually, I’ve never had problems with weight and could eat to my hearts content without ever worrying about gaining an ounce.

As I cut into my steak, it suddenly dawned on me that I had a very sharp knife in my hand. I glanced over at John who was busy cutting the bone out of his steak and seemingly paying me no mind. I measured my chances of driving my knife into his chest and freeing myself from my dilemma when, as if on cue, John said, “Here Buster” and launched his steak bone in the direction of a dog curled up on the deck just a few feet away. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t noticed it’s presence. The Doberman snatched the bone cleanly out of the air and immediately snapped it in two in his powerful jaws.

As he lay on the deck gnawing on the bone, Paula piped in, “Oh Gina, don’t bother trying to feed the dogs. They will only take food from John.” “Buster there," she motioned with her head, “is very protective of his master.”

I took what she said as a warning, or a veiled threat, whatever the case may be. The thought of driving my steak knife into John’s chest faded as quickly as it had surfaced. I was in no mood to become the main course for a pack of Dobie’s.

We finished our meal and John rose from the table and started to collect the plates. Paula made an attempt to help but John motioned to her that he would take care of it. “Why don’t you take Gina upstairs and get her settled in.” John said nonchalantly. Paula smiled at me and offered her hand. I took it and she led me into the house feeling like an eight-year-old being led to the playground by her best friend.

We passed through the kitchen and into the living room where I was suddenly made aware of the enormity of the place. The living room was twice the size that I could see from the kitchen with an almost equal sized dining area adjoining it. The whole place was exquisitely furnished and even had a feminine touch to it. As if reading my mind, Paula offered that she had a hand in the decorating. She led me through the dining area and into a large foyer at the front entrance. The floor was marble tiled and a gorgeous chandelier hung from the ceiling. I looked at the front door and pulled up short with thoughts of making an attempt to escape. Paula tugged my arm and said, “Don’t bother Gina. There’s as many Busters out there as there are out back. C’mon.”

She led me up a wide, plushly carpeted staircase to the second floor. At the top of the staircase was perched a beautiful baby grand piano. “I’m learning to play.” Paula said absently as she led me down the hallway. There were four doors standing open, all bedrooms. “What?” I asked sarcastically, “is he planning a harem?

“John didn’t plan any of this.” Paula snapped defensively. “I’m sorry.” She said genuinely. “Look Gina, I was kidnapped too and have experienced all the emotions you’re feeling now. “Fear, anger, confusion, the whole nine yards. John means you no harm. If anything, he’s going to make you see what life can be like when you give and receive without strings attached. How happy were you Gina? You were a bitch with very few friends and even fewer relationships. You used your looks and that beautiful body of yours to play men like puppets on a string.”

My jaw dropped open as I listened to her tell me the truth about myself. “How do you know about…” I started to ask. But Paula wasn’t through.

“Well Gina, now you’re the puppet. But if you’ll open your eyes, you’ll see that John isn’t pulling your strings. He’s offering you a life that every woman wishes for. Now let’s go pick out your room.”

Paula showed me all of the bedrooms including her own. All of them were huge and beautifully decorated with large bathrooms, over-sized tubs and Jacuzzis. Each had sliding glass doors that opened onto balconies where one could sunbathe or simply sit and enjoy the view, which was breathtaking from every vantage point. Paula commented that she had decorated the bedrooms but offered that John would redecorate to my specifications if I desired.

I chose the room with a southern exposure and told her it was decorated just fine for now. I sat down on the bed and motioned for her to sit down next to me. As she sat down I asked her. “What’s this all about? Tell me about John and tell me how you know so much about me. He mentioned a woman and prison.”

“In a nutshell,” Paula began, “John is rich beyond our wildest imagination. How he made his money, I don’t know. Ten years ago John fell in love and married a beautiful woman named Meagan. The marriage went well for a short time until he discovered that she was cheating on him and John filed for divorce. She had signed a prenuptial agreement and since there were no children, she could have walked away with a one-time payment of a million dollars, but she got greedy. One night she burned the house down around him as he slept. He woke up surrounded by flames and as he tried to make his way out of the house a burning timber fell on him burning his face, side, and pubic region. He was able to get out from under the beam and eventually out of the house where he collapsed on the front lawn. He spent several painful months in the hospital recovering from his burns and many more months going through reconstructive surgery. The doctors did all they could for him and you’ve seen the result. An investigation determined arson as the cause of the fire and his wife was eventually prosecuted for a number of felonies including arson and attempted murder. John actually felt sorry for her because she rejected his love and chose to use her looks and body for the wrong reason. He only showed up for the trial so the jury could see the extent of the damage she did to him. The jury found her guilty and sentenced her to forty years with a chance of parole after 30. John became a recluse and built this little fortress to live out his life alone and raise Dobermans. It wasn’t very long before John got tired of his self-imposed exile and decided to try dating again, but no woman would give him a second look. So he concocted this plan. But John didn’t grab just any woman off the street. No, John wanted a woman who, like his wife, was misguided in her quest for love and a meaningful relationship, so he chose me.

“You!” I interjected. “You’ve got to be the most compliable and submissive woman I’ve ever seen and your almost nauseatingly chipper and cheerful.

Paula laughed lightly. “You should have seen me before John snatched me up. You think you’re a bitch on wheels? Hah! I would have made you look like Red-Riding-Hood."

“How do you know about me?” I asked.

Paula looked at her watch and told me that would be for another time. “We’ll have a lot of time to talk. Right now I need to get you ready for John. He may or may not come for you tonight.” She left the room and returned shortly with scissors, electric hair clippers, and a can of shaving cream. A towel draped over one arm. “Take off your robe and lay back on the bed.” She said cheerily.

“What for?” I asked, knowing damn well what was coming next.

“John likes it shaved,” she replied acting surprised at the question while casually flashing her own shaved pussy in my face.

“I’ll do it myself,” I replied curtly. “In private if you please.”

Paula laughed. “Girl, the first time is quite an undertaking to get rid of all the hair. It’s better to let somebody else do it. After that you can just run a razor over it every couple of days, and if you have any inhibitions you may as well shed them right now. That silk robe your wearing is about the extent of your wardrobe and it leaves very little to the imagination. Especially the way your built."

I rose from the bed and removed my robe. I could see Paula admiring my body and asked sarcastically, “Are you sure this is for John and not you?”

Paula laughed. “Gina, if you don’t mind me saying, I thought I had a great body but yours is absolutely gorgeous. I’m jealous!! If I was a guy I’d be all over you right now. I’m surprised that John has been able to control himself.”

Paula motioned for me to lift my ass so she could slide the towel beneath me. As she went through the motions of laying out the equipment and plugging in the clippers I noticed that her nipples were hard as a rock and I could see moisture on the lips of her pussy. I was surprised that she was able to control herself. She turned on the clippers and I closed my eyes and spread my legs. She was very gentle and deliberate with the clippers, at times letting the vibrating little machine subtly rest near my clitoris causing my pussy to moisten and my nipples to become hard and erect. I experienced a light orgasm and a soft moan escaped my lips. When she turned the clippers off I ventured a peek at my now swollen mound. In place of my well landscaped bush was darkly shaded stubble. She pressed down on the top of the can of cream and I watched as a mound of foam formed on the tip of her fingers. I closed my eyes again as she applied the cream to the stubble, wiping the excess on the towel. She began to slowly shave my pubic area, careful not to nick me, starting from the bottom and working her way up the sides leaving the swollen mound on top for last. The sensation of the razor on my pubic area coupled with her occasional contact with my pussy lips and clitoris sent shivers through my body and caused my skin to break out in gooseflesh. She went to the bathroom and returned with a warm, damp washcloth to wipe away the remaining shaving cream then leaned back to admire her handiwork.

I raised myself onto my elbows and looked at my bald swollen vagina. Paula smiled at me and rubbed my baldness. “Like a new born baby’s butt,” she giggled. She suddenly slipped a finger into my vagina. Then another. I felt my legs quiver and a shiver worked it’s way up my spine causing my whole body to spasm. Paula crawled up on the bed like a cat and pushed me onto my back. She laid on top of me mashing our tits together while grinding her pussy into mine. I felt the moisture from both of our vaginas lubricating our hairless pubic areas. Paula kissed me softly and whispered that she hoped I’d like it here. She kissed my neck all over with her soft lips, working her way down to my rock hard nipple and swollen breast. She nibbled on my nipples and ran her tongue around the areola causing the little bumps to harden. As she sucked on my aching tits I felt her run her soft, dainty hand down my body and over my stomach to my vagina. She inserted three fingers into my sopping wet pussy shoving them deep inside then running them in and out. I gyrated my hips to keep time with her strokes, my chest heaving, my breathing quick and shallow. I felt another orgasm coming on and thrust my hips against her hand trying to make contact with my clitoris. Another small orgasm racked my body and I shivered again wanting to explode. Paula pulled her fingers from my pussy and I let out an exasperated sigh. She took her lips from my aching breasts and ran her tongue down my body tracing the course her hand had taken moments earlier. I felt her tongue lick my pussy, tasting my flowing juices. She teased me by licking and nibbling the lips, darting her tongue inside, probing it’s soft, silky, wetness. I felt her hands pull my lips apart and felt her lips sucking on my hardened clitoris, her tongue dancing around it’s base. I was grinding my hips into her face, my body trembling in anticipation. She took her lips from my clitoris and started flicking her tongue across it. An explosive orgasm overtook me again racking my body with pleasure. I was writhing on the bed and moaning loudly as wave after wave of ecstasy caused my body to spasm uncontrollably. Paula slowly and mercifully stopped licking my clitoris. I was spent and couldn’t take any more.

Paula raised her head and smiled at me, her face wet with my juices. “Thanks,” I whispered. “I needed that after everything that’s happened over the past twenty four hours.” Paula shook her head in understanding. “Why don’t you get some sleep and I’ll tell John to give you some time to get comfortable in your new surroundings. I’ll take care of him tonight so you can get some rest. He’ll understand.”

Paula got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. As she headed to the door she turned around and said, “If you need anything, I’ll be right next door.” She exited the room and I could hear her dainty feet padding down the carpeted hallway. I heard her yell down the stairs that she wanted to sleep in her room tonight. John replied that he would be up shortly.

I went to the balcony and opened the sliding glass door allowing the night air to waft into my room. I crawled into bed and pulled the comforter up to my neck. Paula poked her head into my room and asked me if I wanted her to turn off the light. “Yes, please.” I responded.

“Don’t do anything stupid tonight Gina.” Paula said pleadingly. “I really like you and I think you’ll like it here. We’ll talk some more tomorrow. Good night.”

“Good night, Paula” I responded. “And don’t worry, I’ll be here.”

I heard her go to her room and then I heard John’s footsteps coming down the hall. He knocked softly on my door and then opened it without waiting for a reply. “Good night, Gina.” John said, hesitating, waiting for me to answer. “I really hope you come to like it here. If you get hungry there’s food in the fridge, help yourself. You have the run of the place, just don’t go outside at night alone.”

He hesitated a moment as if he had more to say and then started closing the door.

“Good night, John” I said softly. He hesitated a moment longer and then softly closed the door. I lay in the darkness thinking about all that has happened. I still can’t make heads or tails out of the whole situation. I hear muffled voices through the wall and then Paula’s unmistakable giggle. I smile in spite of my situation. The voices are soon replaced by moans, soft at first and then gradually getting louder. I hear Paula say, “not tonight big fella, I’m riding you,” and then the creaking of the bed as Paula makes good on her word.

Good for her, I think to myself. She was horny as hell when she left my room. The moans are soon replaced by muffled cries of “yes, my god, yes,” as Paula reaches orgasm and are soon followed by the low guttural sound of John unloading his seed deep inside her.

I finally fade into sleep feeling totally frightened, sexually satisfied, and with a disquieting feeling of anticipation.

keen on the idea of another man humping my princess.   Little did we know it was a 'special' room for 'new' people to the party.   I wasn't allowed inside because it was 'for the ladies only'. I thought this was ok because maybe the other woman did not want other men to see her naked or try anything.   What we didn't know was that inside the room was a bathroom where a couple of guys were hiding.  

 

Kumari told me that the woman had her undressed and was licking her and she was close to cumming when the guys came out of the bathroom and traded places with the woman.   She told me later that she ‘believes’ that this is what happened because she thought she heard a door and Tanisha was wearing a strap-on with a rather large dong.   One started licking her pussy (we’ll call him Robert) while the other one stood (we’ll call him George) there.   Kumari didn't notice that someone new was licking...   so, to make a long story short – I noticed that Tanisha was now back in the main room, so where was Kumari?   I went to the door and heard her moaning in orgasm!   I opened the door just as George put his cock in her mouth!   She said she thought it was me.   I guess I can excuse that because their minds are blank when they are cumming, the lights were dim, and the guy was very close to my size!   I was amazed watching him throat-fuck my wife.   I watched this in total awe, trying to figure out why she didn’t realize what was going on.   Maybe she did…  

 

As the scene played out, after her second orgasm, George began to mount Kumari , slowly pushing his massive tool into her cum-wet pussy, slowly stretching her.   She had never had another penis, being a virgin when we married.   Again, it appeared that she didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary.   I watched him stroke, in and out, just a few inches deep, for several seconds until he grunted in pleasure fucking the tight Asian pussy of another man’s wife.   Her eyes flew open at the sound of a male, knowing it was too large to be me.   She sat up, dislodging George and Robert from her love-holes.   There was a look of surprise on her face – more important – a look of lust as she was in the middle of another orgasm, she later told me.

 

Robert got a little aggressive, knowing the lustful look on her face and pushed her back down on the bed while George gently held her arms.   Robert (had a dick twice my size) pushed himself back between her legs and started fucking her.   After a few strokes of Robert’s tool, George tilted her head backwards and inserted himself back into her mouth.   At first she gave a little struggle, mainly because she was being raped by a huge cock and was being painfully stretched.   Robert was going much deeper by this time.   Even so, soon she was starting to cum!   Robert and George were matching their strokes.   Robert would push his cock in, George would pull his out.   Robert had maneuvered Kumari so that he had her legs over his shoulders, making her tight and tiny pussy completely vulnerable to his pussy-busting tool!   I watched as he deep-stroked her, pushing almost all of his 10” by 5” tool inside her.   She has never had this amount of meat before and you could see that she was in a fuck-frenzy having orgasm after orgasm.  

 

Finally, after about 20 minutes of this, Kumari was moaning and I saw her stomach start to shake, then she came again with a wild yell.   Just about then, Robert pulled out and shot his massive load all over her stomach and boobs!   I was so relieved that he didn’t cum inside her – I certainly did not want to find out later that she was pregnant.   Then George shot all over her face!   For such a small dick, here really had a lot of cum!   When they were finished, Kumari was covered from mouth to cunt with goo.   As they lay there recovering, our eyes met.   There was a strange look on her face.   It was a look of satisfaction mixed with guilt and shame.   You see, she was a virgin when we married, and was never exposed to sex - talk, pictures, or anything.   She had a very prudish upbringing.

 

She wiped away the cum and grabbed her clothes just as we got her second surprise - the bathroom connected to the main room and two more guys came in.   She looked at me, again with this mixed look of guilt, lust and shame.   This time, however, she didn't struggle at all!

 

I just stood there, even when she struggled at first, I couldn't move or go to her rescue.   I couldn't move I was so amazed at watching these strangers fucking Kumari bareback in her mouth and pussy!   After the second set of guys came in, a couple of the other women at the party came up to me and told me that this was part of the 'initiation' that all woman had to go through, and that she would be busy for a while.   It seems that she has to service all the men in the party (about 15 guys).   Of course the rules were no cumming inside mouth or pussy, so we didn't have to worry about babies and all members, keep a current hiv/std certificate.   Anyway, the ladies took me to the bed and started having their way with me - right beside the wife!   She looked at me but didn't see me.   She was like a zombie.   I had fun with the two ladies, while watching all the guys fuck her in every hole - only one turn per man.   Kumari even had her first (and only) DP event!   She was covered in cum and couldn't move, she told me that she had came 14 times during the night.   It lasted about 4 hours.   She said she was really scared when the first two guys essentially raped her, but it started feeling so good she couldn't (or wouldn’t?) stop them.

 

It was the best sex we have had so far.   The only problem is that she was sore for several days and the pussy is a little stretched.   Fortunately, we have found out that it will resume its normal size soon.   Robert, much to my chagrin, wasn’t the only member with a huge member… I told her that we certainly won't try that again, but she informed me that she only wanted the big ones, now.   She told me that it was the best sex she ever had, and now that she knows how good a big cock feels, all I can do is watch her get banged by Robert and Company….